[centre][b][h1][color=f7941d]Sasha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

As they were setting up, Sasha glanced around the room, wondering what it had been before the outbreak. There was a thin layer of dust settled over the floor, the furniture that was there, stirred up by the movement of getting the bed in there, of moving things around. So Sasha found a cloth, and began to clean the room, getting rid of the dust. Or as much of it as she could. She then made up the bed, pondering somethings. She set her backpack on the bed, and stood there staring at it for a few moments. 

She hadn't unpacked at the farmhouse, because she had just assumed they wouldn't be staying htere, because she expected that...it wouldn't be permanate, wouldn't last. She didn't want to think like that here. She didn't want to expect that at any time, they could be overrun, that this could be taken away from them. She...she wanted to be happy, and to feel safe. To expect that they'd be here, a while, if not a long time. 

She took a deep breath, and opened the pack, she found a place to put the spare clothes she had, what maegar belongs she had. She ended up sitting on the bed, staring at a photo. The only photo she had left in the entire world of her mother and father. She hadn't looked at it since she had snatched it from her room in the community. It was just the three of them, Sasha just going off to colleage, to start her medical degree. 

She lay the photo down, and pressed her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the tears stinging her eyes. The last month, the grief hadn't overwhelmed her. Because she had avoided thinking about them, thinking about...about him. And yet...it was her parents she missed the most, her parents she wanted, her parents she couldn't stop seeing, dead. Was that...was that because she wanted them to know she...was okay? Was happy? That there was a little girl she loved more then anything, and that...that the father...that she cared a lot about Matt? Which threw her into confusion. 

Overwhelmed, Sasha didn't seem to care that the door was open, that anyone could see her, if they cared to look in. She broke down, unable to stop the tears, unable to slow their fall. She curled into herself, moving her hands to cover her face. She was scared, terrifed of losing what she had found again. She didn't want to be alone again. The walker herd...the photo...everything just seemed to bring to home how much she had to lose again, how much she didn't want that, and how much she couldn't do to ensure it wouldn't happen. 

She tried to bring herself back under control, but she couldn't seem to. She had been holding so much in that it seemed once she had broken the dam, she couldn't put a stopper in it once again. She tried so hard to, not wanting Matt to come it, to see her like this, but she didn't have the strength to stop.